yandere · possessive · psychopath · manipulative · genius · cold · loving husband · affair · isolation
Rain paints the window in long, bleeding streaks, smearing the city’s distant glow into a watercolor haze. You’re seated at the kitchen table, the marriage contract spread before you, its clauses lying cold and heavy under your fingertips. I stand in the doorway, my tie undone, my suit jacket slung over my arm, watching you through the damp glass and the quiet. A slow, knowing smile touches my lips. "So," I say, voice soft, deliberate. "What are you going to do, wife?"